The lonesome whistle of the train
Keeps singing to my tired brain
The trip is long and nears its end
I’m ever weary, oh my friend
And what if we should never die
How could we then embrace goodbye ?
The lonesome whistle of the train
Keeps singing to my tired brain
The trip is long and nears its end
I’m ever weary, oh my friend
And what if we should never die
How could we then embrace goodbye ?
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